Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3) QUOTES

121 " Curran rested the back of his head on the edge of the hot tub and closed his eyes. I stared at the way his face looked, etched against the darkness of the wall. He really was a handsome bastard. Poised like this, he seemed very human. Nobody to impress. Nobody to command. Just him, in the hot water, tired, hurting, stealing a few precious moments of rest, and so irresistibly erotic. Well, that last one came out of nowhere. It was the beer. Had to be.
Despite all his growling and threats, his arrogance, I liked being next to him. He made me feel safe. It was a bizarre emotion. I was never safe.
I closed my eyes. That seemed like the only reasonable way out of the situation. If I couldn’t see him, I couldn’t drool over him.
“So you didn’t want to see me hurt?” he said. His voice was deceptively smooth and soft, the deep, throaty, sly purr of a giant cat who wanted something. Admitting that I took his well-being into consideration might have been a fatal mistake.
“I didn’t want you to have to kill Derek.”
“And if he had gone loup?”
“I would have taken care of it.”
“How exactly were you planning on pushing Jim aside? He was the highest alpha. The duty was his.”
“I pulled rank,” I told him. “I declared that since you had accepted the Order’s assistance, I outranked everybody.”
He laughed. “And they believed you?”
“Yep. I also glared menacingly for added effect. Unfortunately, I can’t make my eyes glow the way yours do.”
“Like this?” he breathed in my ear.
My eyes snapped open. He stood inches away, anchored on the tub floor, his arms leaning on the tub wall on each side of me. His eyes were molten gold, but it wasn’t the hard, lethal glow of an alpha stare. This gold was warm and enticing, touched with a hint of longing.
“Don’t make me break this bottle over your head,” I whispered.
“You won’t.” He grinned. “You don’t want to see me hurt. "

― Ilona Andrews , Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3)

123 " Have you met my sword, Saiman? It’s to die for. "

― Ilona Andrews , Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3)

125 " We lunged for each other at the same time and collided, crazy with need and starving for a taste. Warnings and alarms wailed in my mind, but I shut them down. Screw it. I wanted him.
He found my mouth. The thrust of his tongue against mine made my head spin. He tasted like heaven. I kissed him back, nipping, licking, melting against him. It felt so good . . . His lips traced a fiery line from my mouth to the corner of my jaw and down my neck. My whole body sang in warm liquid triumph. His voice was a ragged whisper in my ear. “Only if you want to . . . Say no, and I’ll stop.”
“No,” I whispered to see if he would do it.
Curran pulled back. His eyes were pure need, raw and barely under control. He swallowed. “Okay.”
It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I reached for him and slid my hand up his chest, feeling the taut muscle.
He caught my hand and kissed my palm gently. Heated, tightly controlled want shone in his eyes. I pulled my fingers free, pushed from the wall, and kissed his throat just under the jaw. This was bliss. There was no hope for me.
He growled, closing his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Pulling on Death’s whiskers,” I murmured, letting my tongue play over his skin, rough with stubble. He smelled divine, clean and male. My hands slid up his biceps. His muscles tensed under the light pressure of my fingers. He was trying very, very hard to stand still and I almost laughed. All those times when he’d called me “baby” . . . Revenge was sweet.
“Is that a yes or a no?” he asked.
I slid against him and nipped his bottom lip.
“I’ll take it as a yes.” The steel muscles of his arms flexed under my hands. He grabbed me, hoisted me up onto him, and kissed me, thrusting into my mouth with his tongue in a hot, slick rhythm, greedy and eager. I threw my arms around his neck. His right hand grasped my hair, his left cupped my butt and pushed me closer against him, his erection a hard, hot length across my lap.
Finally—
“Let me in,” Derek growled at the door.
Go away.
The guard said something. Curran’s hand found my breast and caressed the nipple, sending an electric shock through my skin, threatening to melt me . . .
“Yes,” Derek snarled. “I’m a member of the damn team. Ask them.”
“Curran,” I whispered. “Curran!”
He snarled and kept going. The door swung open.
I hit him on the back of the neck. He submerged. Help. I’ve drowned the Beast Lord. "

― Ilona Andrews , Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3)

127 " You should ask him where his crew is.” Doolittle’s face wrinkled in disgust. “Go on. Tell her.”
Jim didn’t look like he wanted to tell me anything.
“Where is Brenna?”
“On the roof, keeping a lookout,” Jim said.
“And the rest?” Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen any of them since we came out of Unicorn.
“Apparently there is a band of loups near Augusta.” Doolittle leveled an outraged glare at Jim. “I’ve been listening to it on the radio. The city’s on the verge of panic. Odd loups these. Mellow. Although they apparently performed shocking acts of animal mutilation within plain view of the farmhouse, the farmer’s family slept through the whole thing. Curiously, no humans were harmed.”
I almost laughed. No loup would attack livestock if human prey was available. They craved human flesh.
“They’re creating a diversion,” Jim said.
Raphael halted his conversation with Andrea to emit a short, distinctly hyena guff. “That’s the best plan you could come up with?”
“Apparently he thinks that Curran’s a moron.” Doolittle shook his head. "

― Ilona Andrews , Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3)

129 " You wanted me,” he said.
Lying would only give him greater satisfaction. I had to keep him on the other end of the tub or I would throw myself at him again. “Yes, I did.”
“What happened?”
“I remembered who I am and who you are.”
“And who am I? Enlighten me.”
“You’re the man who likes to play games and hates losing. And I’m the idiot who keeps forgetting that. Turn around, so I can get out, please.” And he almost had me too.
He sprawled against the tub wall in a leisurely fashion, showing absolutely no indication of moving.
“Fine.” Let’s get this over with. I crouched on the bench and rose quickly. The water came to my midthigh.
A rough noise emanated from him. It sounded almost like a groan. "

― Ilona Andrews , Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3)

131 " So, how are things with you and Curran?”
There were times in life when I wished for supreme mental powers. Like telekinesis. Mostly, I wanted them to crush my opponents. But right now I wanted them so I could pull the chair out from under Andrea and make her fall on her butt.
I settled for spitting three times over my left shoulder.
“Are you warding off evil?” Raphael’s eyes widened.
“Well, the two of you did say the forbidden name. I have to take precautions. I need something wooden. Lean forward, Andrea, so I can knock on your head.”
Andrea cracked a smile.
“To answer your question, we’re great. Never better. I haven’t seen His Fussiness in two months, and I couldn’t be happier. "

― Ilona Andrews , Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3)

133 " Me acerqué a pedirle al encargado que me diera la nueva llave, me arrastré hasta mi apartamento y estudié mi nueva cerradura. Grande, metálica y brillante. No tenía ni un rasguño. Incluso la llave tenía grabada una muesca extraña, que le proporcionaba un sistema a prueba de ladrones. Chúpate esa, Su Majestad.
Abrí la puerta, entré y la cerré de nuevo. Me descalcé, estremeciéndome por el dolor en el estómago. Iba a tardar mucho tiempo en curarse por completo, pero al menos ya había dejado de sangrar.
Me había relajado. Mañana ya me preocuparía de Hugh d'Ambray, Andrea y Roland, pero de momento me sentía muy contenta. Ah, mi casa. Mi hogar, mis esencias, mi querida alfombra bajo mis pies, mi cocina, mi Curran sentado en la silla de la cocina... ¡Espera un momento!
-¡Tú! -Miré la cerradura, lo miré a él. Era demasiado bueno para la puerta a prueba de ladrones.
Con mucha parsimonia, acabó de escribir algo en un trozo de papel, se levantó y se dirigió hacia mí. Mi corazón se desbocó. Unas pequeñas chispas doradas danzaban en sus ojos grises. Me tendió el trozo de papel y sonrió.
-No puedo quedarme.
Me quedé mirándolo como una idiota.
Inhaló mi aroma, abrió la puerta y se marchó. Entonces miré el papel.
Voy a estar ocupado las próximas ocho semanas, así que lo dejamos para el quince de noviembre.
MENÚ
Quiero un filete de cordero o de venado. Patatas asadas con mantequilla dulce. Mazorcas de maíz. Panecillos. Y una tarta de manzana, como la que preparaste la otra vez. Me gustó muchísimo. La quiero con helado.
Me debes una cena desnuda, pero no soy un completo animal, por lo que puedes llevar sujetador y braguitas si lo deseas. Las azules con lazo me encantan.
Curran
Señor de las Bestias de Atlanta "

― Ilona Andrews , Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3)

135 " I like the hair,” he said.
In the spirit of an off-duty Friday, I wore my hair down. I mostly braided it or curled it into a bun to keep it out of the way, but today it just sort of hung there, a long dark brown wall shifting in the breeze on both sides of my face.
I flexed my wrist, popping a long silver needle into my palm from the leather wrist guard, grabbed my hair, twisted it into a bun, stuck the needle into it to hold it in place, and showed him my teeth in a little smile. There.
He laughed. “Cute. You ever get tired of pretending to be a hard-ass?”
Cute. I think I would prefer to be stabbed in the eye rather than be called cute. "

― Ilona Andrews , Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3)

137 " I know what the problem is.” Curran pulled his shoulders back and flexed, warming up a little. I stole a glance. He had decided to fight in jeans and an old black T-shirt, from which he’d torn the sleeves. Probably his workout shirt.
His biceps were carved, the muscle defined and built by countless exertions, neither too bulky nor too lean. Perfect. Kissing him might make me guilty of catastrophically bad judgment, but at least nobody could fault my taste. The trick was not to kiss him again. Once could be an accident; twice was trouble.
“You said something?” I arched an eyebrow at him. Nonchalance—best camouflage for drooling. Both the werebison and the swordsman looked ready to charge: the muscles of their legs tense, leaning forward slightly on their toes. They seemed to be terribly sure that we would stay in one place and wait for them.
Curran was looking at their legs, too. They must be expecting a distraction from the lamia. She sat cocooned in magic, holding on with both hands as it strained on its leash.
“I said, I know why you’re afraid to fight with me.”
“And why is that?” If he flexed again, I’d have to implement emergency measures. Maybe I could kick some sand at him or something. Hard to look hot brushing sand out of your eyes.
“You want me.”
Oh boy.
“You can’t resist my subtle charm, so you’re afraid you’re going to make a spectacle out of yourself.”
“You know what? Don’t talk to me. "

― Ilona Andrews , Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3)

139 " -Ya veo... ¿Jim está contigo en este momento?
-Sí. Nos lo estamos montando a lo bestia y nos has interrumpido.
Colgué.
(...)
Volvía a sumergirme en el mundo de los sueños, con la almohada eh la cabeza para bloquear el persistente y molesto haz de luz, cuando oí que una llave giraba en la cerradura. La puerta se abrió. La única persona que tenía llave de mi apartamento era el encargado, y nunca entraría sin avisar. Me levanté rápidamente y lancé una patada directa. Mi pie golpeó al intruso en el abdomen, lo que provocó un gemido claramente masculino, y este cayó al suelo. (...)
Una mano de acero me agarró el tobillo. Me apoyé sobre la espalda y le propiné una patada en el hombro con toda la fuerza que pude reunir.
Volvió a gemir y entonces vi su cara.
-¡Curran! -Hubiera preferido a un homicida lunático. Oh, espera...
(...)
Me envolvió como si fuera un paquete. No podía moverme ni un milímetro.
-¡Pensé que eras una especie de maníaco! -gruñí.
-Lo soy.
-¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?
-Busco a Jim en tu cama.
-No está aquí.
-Ya lo veo. "

― Ilona Andrews , Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3)